In the middle of the night. In the depth of her loneliness. You heard her cry. . And with a whisper and a sigh. She was givin' you the last request. Thinkin' you'd die.
You make me feel, it's the real thing girl. Talk about it, talk about it, what you want, huh?. One two, one two, Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah. One two, one two, hah, hah, hah.
BRING IT ON BACK TO ME. Writer Harlan Howard. . You took your heart from me. And gave it to someone new. But I won't be discouraged. Honey, I'll wait for you.
Huddy Combs bring it home we don't stop. Jimmy Jones all alone we don't stop. Loon crime fam' we don't stop. Meeno NRB we don't stop. To my man Blinky Blink we don't stop.
There you go showin' off again. Don't you know the hold you got on me. You know I'm not complainin'. I'm just so tired of waitin'. . I can't hold back.
Yo throw the beat on. Yeah yeah yeah. Trackmaster. Harlem World The Movement. The Commisioner. Cuda Love up above. This shit is not a game. Ya hear me?.
There's a blizzard comin' on and I'm wishin' I was home. For my pony's lame and he can't hardly stand. Lord my hands feel like they're froze and there's a numbness in my toes.
BEYOND THE BLUE HORIZON. WRITERS HARLAN HOWARD, HANK COCHRAN. RECORDED BY MIKE NESMITH. . Beyond the blue horizon Waits a beautiful day. Goodbye to things that bore me Joy is waiting for me.
Turn it up. . Yo, when I roll you know the cats be out. So you cowards got no choice but to rat me out. I call in from the pen to try to see what that be 'bout.
It was the middle of June me and my grand mama. Had some free time flew to Panama. I was playin' the bar sippin' a Margarita. When this chick from Argentina her name Armenita.
I'm just a truck driver and I don't think I know it all. But son you got thoughts in your mind that I don't understand at all. They're needin' you boy and you're sittin' around in your coffee house.
I was born by the river.. in a little tent. No just like that river I've.. been running ever since. It's been a long.. a long time coming. but I knowowwwww.. a change gon' come.
BE CAREFUL WHO YOU LOVE (ARTHUR'S SONG). WRITER HARLAN HOWARD. RECORDED BY HANK WILLIAMS JR. AND BY MARTY STUART. . The old guitar picker had run out of liquor.
Featuring Drag-On]. [Loon]. Yo,what would make a scared man pull a trigga. The same thing that's make a scared man act bigga. The same thing that'd make me grab my tec and empty quicker.
Baby sister what a waste to see you in this place. I lose my mind from worryin' over you. A barroom full of people higher than a steeple. But I know why you do the things you do.
BABY FOR YOU. (Harlan Howard). '67 Tree Publishing, BMI. RECORDED BY MARION WORTH AND BY ANITA CARTER. . Late at night when I can't sleep I'll bet you don't know I weep.
A guy named Joe's been coming round showin' my baby the lights of town. It fills my heart with misery so see his arms where mine should be. Oh baby don't believe him he's been lyin' baby don't believe him you'll be cryin'.
Well a poor boy's chances for a pretty girl's glances are sometimes very few. No I've got no money but if you'll be my honey here's what I'll offer you.
A THIEF IN THE NIGHT. (Harlan Howard). RECORDED BY JEAN SHEPARD. '58 Tree Publishing, BMI. . This is our last kiss our last moment of bliss darling our love can never be right.
(My eyes are filled and your speaking of smiling)2. Life is angry and your speaking of failling in love.. My eyes are filed and your speaking of smiling..